I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. I have yet another. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. I don’t care what else there is in the world. Yet she never once thought of changing it. "Ah!" exclaimed Wild, looking angrily towards his supposed attendant. " "Oh! goodness!" ejaculated the tapstress, in alarm.
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